I was robbed
I just finished working for 12 hours straight. I made $65 in tips. I am not very happy. In fact, I would make somewhere near that $65 on an above average Saturday night from 8pm till 3am. Today I worked from 3pm till 3am. Today was St. Patrick's day, and the entire fucking city was drunk in my bar and tipping well. We broke every record we've ever set as far as income and tips. But somehow I still made the same amount of money, despite working 5 hours longer, and much, much harder.
To give you an idea of the amount of people who were drinking at our bar tonight: on an average busy Saturday night, we'll go through maybe 4 or 5 kegs of beer, 7 at the most. Tonight we emptied Twenty Five kegs. That is 3,875 pints of beer, not to mention the gallons of hard liquor we went through. The point here is, the bar made a fucking-shit-ton of money tonight (not to be confused with fuck-ton, or shit-ton.)
I would have made somewhere in the neighborhood of $100 tonight had we not brought in a guy who was given the incredibly difficult task of pouring beer. His only job was to pour beers, because that way the bartenders could work faster. His job in no way affected mine, and he did nothing to make mine easier, but for some reason, the managers thought it would be a good idea to give him a cut of my tips, rather than a chunk of cash independent of my income. This asshole (he's a great guy, I'm just mad at the concept of 'him,') worked from 8-2, didn't wash dishes, didn't restock the entire fucking bar at least 4 times, didn't have to wade through the sweaty drunken masses with 48 bottles of beer in his arms, didn't climb over kegs in a cooler, didn't pick up broken glass, didn't get knocked to the ground by a tall ass drunk guy who couldn't see down past his shoulders, didn't have to fucking move from his little area in front of the taps for 6 hours, and he made $15 dollars less than I did, and in half the time.
FUCK
THAT
SHIT
I cannot type that loud enough, I am fucking livid. So instead of splitting tips with one other guy (who worked his ass off, in fact, for 4 hours longer than I did,) I split tips with two other guys, one of whom had next to zero responsibility, and zero fucking risk. His biggest concern was whether or not he was pouring the right beer. Goddamnit, I came into today expecting to earn some serious cash. When I was handed three twenties and a five after working for 12 hours and then waiting around for an hour and half to get my money, I almost broke down in tears. The management then had this idea that throwing the two real barbacks an extra $10 for the day would make everything peachy. Hell, a bar regular gave me that much to give a piece of St. Patties Day Flair to his friend.
I'm so incredibly upset right now. I'm calling the management in the morning and plan to plead my (and the other real barback's) case. This is ridiculous. I worked my ass off today. I gave up the last free night of my Spring Break, on St Patrick's Day no less, to get shouted at and bossed around by 6 different people, to get spilled on, to *insert all that shit I said before,* to pour my every effort into a job, and not even get paid what I deserve for it.
Update: I called the manager and had a long talk with him. I'm still not happy, but some things make some more sense now. There's a chance something will be changed, if not now, then in the future. I'd love to sit down and have a big ol' argument with the entire staff about this though.
To give you an idea of the amount of people who were drinking at our bar tonight: on an average busy Saturday night, we'll go through maybe 4 or 5 kegs of beer, 7 at the most. Tonight we emptied Twenty Five kegs. That is 3,875 pints of beer, not to mention the gallons of hard liquor we went through. The point here is, the bar made a fucking-shit-ton of money tonight (not to be confused with fuck-ton, or shit-ton.)
I would have made somewhere in the neighborhood of $100 tonight had we not brought in a guy who was given the incredibly difficult task of pouring beer. His only job was to pour beers, because that way the bartenders could work faster. His job in no way affected mine, and he did nothing to make mine easier, but for some reason, the managers thought it would be a good idea to give him a cut of my tips, rather than a chunk of cash independent of my income. This asshole (he's a great guy, I'm just mad at the concept of 'him,') worked from 8-2, didn't wash dishes, didn't restock the entire fucking bar at least 4 times, didn't have to wade through the sweaty drunken masses with 48 bottles of beer in his arms, didn't climb over kegs in a cooler, didn't pick up broken glass, didn't get knocked to the ground by a tall ass drunk guy who couldn't see down past his shoulders, didn't have to fucking move from his little area in front of the taps for 6 hours, and he made $15 dollars less than I did, and in half the time.
FUCK
THAT
SHIT
I cannot type that loud enough, I am fucking livid. So instead of splitting tips with one other guy (who worked his ass off, in fact, for 4 hours longer than I did,) I split tips with two other guys, one of whom had next to zero responsibility, and zero fucking risk. His biggest concern was whether or not he was pouring the right beer. Goddamnit, I came into today expecting to earn some serious cash. When I was handed three twenties and a five after working for 12 hours and then waiting around for an hour and half to get my money, I almost broke down in tears. The management then had this idea that throwing the two real barbacks an extra $10 for the day would make everything peachy. Hell, a bar regular gave me that much to give a piece of St. Patties Day Flair to his friend.
I'm so incredibly upset right now. I'm calling the management in the morning and plan to plead my (and the other real barback's) case. This is ridiculous. I worked my ass off today. I gave up the last free night of my Spring Break, on St Patrick's Day no less, to get shouted at and bossed around by 6 different people, to get spilled on, to *insert all that shit I said before,* to pour my every effort into a job, and not even get paid what I deserve for it.
Update: I called the manager and had a long talk with him. I'm still not happy, but some things make some more sense now. There's a chance something will be changed, if not now, then in the future. I'd love to sit down and have a big ol' argument with the entire staff about this though.
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